“Who is Master Woods?” She asked, speaking out for the first time. Celestine moved his gaze towards her, observing the skepticism in her eyes.“He’s one of the living saints on earth, you wouldn’t know about him because he’s not one of your dirty employers,” Fred sneered. His condescending comment gradually driving Celestine to the brink of insanity.“Working with these dirty people has taught me that there’s no saint on earth, Fred. You can decide to live in illusion or you can decide to wake up…”“Speak for yourself,” Fred returned, “Don’t speak when I call him.”With that, he dialed Master Woods's number and put the call on speaker. On the third ring, Master Woods's voice hollered into the phone. “What’s going on, Fred?”“Master, I’m alright but there are people on the edge, wondering what’s going on and what you’ve found so far…”“Fred, listen to me. I want to speak with his assistant.”“Well, he’s right here,” Fred replied quickly.“Good, are you listening boy? I hope it’s just
While Celestine’s heart raced as he opened the text message containing the link to the footage, Mercy stood by the window of the hotel room she temporarily occupied, staring at her phone screen as if she was expecting a call. She chewed her nails nervously, watching the time displayed on her screen move from pm to am. She was devastated.For the first time in her life, Mercy sought to explain herself. She understood how believable everything sounded but it was true that she only wanted to help. Not particularly to belong to a community like Fred suggested, but who didn’t like to feel safe and protected?“Celestine please,” she muttered, “Please, please, believe me…” It was almost 6 am, and her phone had not rang once, the person she thought would be her helper sent her away without even looking back.Mercy heaved a heavy sigh, rising from the window side, her skin had developed chills from the morning cold, and her sad eyes were now heavy with fatigue.Sluggishly, she sauntered acro
“See for yourself,” Celestine answered, handing his phone to Mercy.Abruptly, she paused turning to Celestine with a curiosity written on her face.“What is it?” Celestine asked, observing her expression.“I don’t know how this might sound so I’d rather not say it,” she said, exhaling softly as she looked outside the window. Her thoughts danced to the humming sound of the engine as they drove through the city. Silence set in, one filled with unspoken words and emotions. While Celestine was stuck with the guilt of how he handled last night, Mercy reminded herself to be extra careful now so as not to lose his trust in her. Every word she made to utter went through a rehashed process. For obvious reasons, she didn’t want to disappoint him anymore. The silence stretched on, filling their minds with thoughts that wouldn’t be there if they just communicated with each other.Finally, Celestine threw in the towel. “How can I make up for my behavior last night? I can’t stop thinking abou
Fred glanced at Mercy with confusion settled on his face. In truth, he was more perplexed than confused. Mercy was never one to work for free, most times she rejected job offers because the ‘pay was not worth her service’. He could clearly remember their last job together, they had been employed by a faceless client to dig into the corporation his wife worked for, that job ended their partnership, in a way he had never expected. While he remained loyal to the faceless client, Mercy became a spy for his wife. He hated to admit that Mercy made a wise decision by joining the client’s wife because her switching up on him made him hurt so badly.When the faceless client had discovered her treachery, she saved herself without thinking twice, and left him for dead.While Celestine returned to his room, to make the call for a recent week’s footage and the visitors list, Mariah was busy with dishes in the kitchen, leaving them in absolute silence. While not absolute- Mercy was neck deep into
“The fight has fully begun,” Celestine thought to himself. “While Master Woods strives, we strive too. Archer, we’re coming, we’re getting really close. Just hang on a bit…” His eyes were fixed on the screen, nothing out of the ordinary showed on the footage five days before the day of the incident, neither did anything happen four days to the day. His eyes had grown tired by the time he was on the third day, but he remained calm and focused. “Mariah and Mercy said for Tangie. I say, for Archer,” The minutes blurred by and the paper beside him still blank. Celestine’s excitement and hope began to wane. Just then, Fred waltzed in, his footfalls intentionally loud and disturbing.“Be quiet!” Celestine hushed him and quickly returned to the footage.Unexpectedly, he sank onto the couch right next to Celestine. “What are you doing?”“What does it look like?” Celestine replied, his eyes fixed on the screen.“You know, all this is useless, right?”Instantly, Celestine paused, turning t
As soon as the call with Celestine ended, Mercy didn't hesitate to call off the charade they'd been playing all day. Quick on her feet with a newfound resolve, Mariah noticed the unspoken change of plans before she announced it."Girls, a buzz we gotta go," "Why?" Beatrice asked, "You can't leave me alone with two bottles of d'Ambonnay.""I'm sorry, Bea, but it's urgent. How about this, Diane and the girls can stay, but I'll have to go with Mariah.""That works," She replied, "Except you girls would rather go, I don't wanna pressure anyone,"Mercy turned to Diane, her eyes communicating the approval on her skeptical face. "Sure," she answered with uncertainty, "Who wanna pass on these bottles?""Huh, thank you," Mercy mouthed, "Have fun," she said, waving goodbye with Mariah.As soon as they were on the road, Mariah let out a heavy breath. "What's going on?"Mercy shot her a quick glance before answering, "It's Celestine, he found something on the footage."Mariah's eyes widened, th
As the sun dipped back into its home, while Mariah began the preparations for the grand celebration, Celestine sat next to Mercy in the backseat of the tenth car in the convoy train. His heart racing with thoughts and anticipation. Would Young Lord Bullock believe their evidence? Would he take decisive action to release them?The closer they were to the supposed palace, Celestine’s heart pounded heavily against his chest. “What if they’re not in his discreet facility?” He panicked, his eye searching Mercy’s for some reassurance. Instead, she just smiled, cupping his face in her slender hands.“Breathe, Celestine. Everything will be fine..”“But you said you weren’t sure,”“Yes, I said so. But I strongly believe they were taken to him, so breathe.”Celestine closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. As he opened his eyes, a signpost beside his window alarmed him.“Way to the Zoo,”“What on earth are we doing in a zoo?”“Celestine, didn’t you read anything about thi
The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, thick with disbelief and anticipation. Celestine felt a surge of relief wash over him, but it was quickly paused by the hateful gaze of the young Lord on him.As Lord Bullock’s command hung in the air, the guards began to fly in, each one with a look of disbelief. “My lord?”“Do as I say,” he growled, It was clear that they never released anyone from their dome, but the public outcry had shaken their confidence. Scott McFarland had made a good impression on the public, he had used both the interviews and reviews of the first ten thousand asthmatic cases that were cured to stir the public before releasing the footage showing that Archer and his wife were actually innocent.This act brought about the hashtag, “#FreetheWilliams, #FreeourSavior, #Findtheimpersonators!”Celestine seized the opportunity, stepping forward with newfound enthusiasm. “Make it quicker, he has a company to run!”After a tense moment of hesitation, one of the guards fi